DRABBLE: War Orphans - 8 (Dean/Draco)
Title: War orphans - 8
Character pairing: Dean Thomas / Draco Malfoy
Prompt: only not
Rating: PG
Word count: 360
AN: Part eight of thirteen. Links to previous and next parts below.
Link to prompt table: here!
War Orphans - 8
They didn’t meet up more often than before. They just spent more time glancing at each other over text books, brushing hands, touching feet under the library table whenever they sat across from each other to get some work done. They sneaked away to the hidden stairway a number of times, and Dean was feeling lighter than he had been in ages. However, as a new week began and he was paying more and more attention to the Slytherin, he noticed that the other boy looked tired and paler than he should be.
“Draco”
The blond looked up. “What?”
“Is everything ok?”
“Yes. Why?”
“You look… strained.”
“Oh. Am I not always.”
Dean shot him an obvious look. Draco didn’t play thick long.
“I’m not sleeping well, is all.”
“Is there something wrong?”
Draco shook his head. “Nothing new.”
“Were you at the hospital wing this morning? I saw you there a couple times before.”
Draco frowned, eyeing him thoughtfully. “Yes,” he said. “I sleep there sometimes.”
It was Dean’s turn to frown. “What’s wrong with your dorms?”
“They’re full of edgy Slytherins?”
“Oh.”
There was a pause. Then Dean spoke again.
“Want to come to my dorms?” he tried, once he had gone over the potential obstacles.
Draco snorted and shook his head. “I’d love to, pumpkin, but they’re Gryffindor dorms.”
“No, it can work,” Dean said, choosing to ignore the mocking pet name. “The Fat Lady always goes for a stroll with her old witch friend at some point in the night. You’ll just have to meet me there when she leaves and I’ll open the portrait from the inside.”
Draco raised an eyebrow.
“You sound like you’ve been giving it some thought.”
Dean had to look smug.
“I get bored sometimes.”
A smirk flickered on Draco’s face and then it faded away and he gazed at him; his paleness made him look sad rather than thoughtful. Dean tried to look convincing but his eyes strayed off to ogle Draco’s neck; eventually, the blond seemed to catch on and he saw a slight smile creep back up on his lips. The grey eyes were brighter now.
“We’ll see.”
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Character pairing: Dean Thomas / Draco Malfoy
Prompt: only not
Rating: PG
Word count: 360
AN: Part eight of thirteen. Links to previous and next parts below.
Link to prompt table: here!
War Orphans - 8
They didn’t meet up more often than before. They just spent more time glancing at each other over text books, brushing hands, touching feet under the library table whenever they sat across from each other to get some work done. They sneaked away to the hidden stairway a number of times, and Dean was feeling lighter than he had been in ages. However, as a new week began and he was paying more and more attention to the Slytherin, he noticed that the other boy looked tired and paler than he should be.
“Draco”
The blond looked up. “What?”
“Is everything ok?”
“Yes. Why?”
“You look… strained.”
“Oh. Am I not always.”
Dean shot him an obvious look. Draco didn’t play thick long.
“I’m not sleeping well, is all.”
“Is there something wrong?”
Draco shook his head. “Nothing new.”
“Were you at the hospital wing this morning? I saw you there a couple times before.”
Draco frowned, eyeing him thoughtfully. “Yes,” he said. “I sleep there sometimes.”
It was Dean’s turn to frown. “What’s wrong with your dorms?”
“They’re full of edgy Slytherins?”
“Oh.”
There was a pause. Then Dean spoke again.
“Want to come to my dorms?” he tried, once he had gone over the potential obstacles.
Draco snorted and shook his head. “I’d love to, pumpkin, but they’re Gryffindor dorms.”
“No, it can work,” Dean said, choosing to ignore the mocking pet name. “The Fat Lady always goes for a stroll with her old witch friend at some point in the night. You’ll just have to meet me there when she leaves and I’ll open the portrait from the inside.”
Draco raised an eyebrow.
“You sound like you’ve been giving it some thought.”
Dean had to look smug.
“I get bored sometimes.”
A smirk flickered on Draco’s face and then it faded away and he gazed at him; his paleness made him look sad rather than thoughtful. Dean tried to look convincing but his eyes strayed off to ogle Draco’s neck; eventually, the blond seemed to catch on and he saw a slight smile creep back up on his lips. The grey eyes were brighter now.
“We’ll see.”
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